See Me Dance

Written for:  The Mag #311


See me dance outside
this stuffy Wall Street

See me dance, I am
as wild as my hair,
as colorful as my feathers.

See me dance, watch their
faces. They envy me.
I am free; they want to be

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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8 Responses to See Me Dance

  1. reads as lyrics for a new tune! Cheers!

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  2. matchley500 says:

    I could just see the two points of view. The man from the office window watching. The wild and free passerby. Each contemplating the other

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  3. CC Champagne says:

    Aaaah, to be the one to dance to freedom outside the fortress of everyday routine and boredom! Lovely write!


  4. ihatepoetry says:

    You’re damned right! You go and let your freak flag fly! Loved!


  5. Freedom indeed….love this Sara! 🙂

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  6. humbird says:

    Lovely piece!

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  7. Wall Street would be a cage…

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